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简单的英语优美的短篇诗歌
有时间的我们一定要学习英语，
英语
有阅读，
诗歌，
很多的东西，
今天就给
大家分享一下英语诗歌，快点来参考一下吧
Write Your Own Life
谱写生命的乐章
Suppose
someone
gave
you
a
pen
-
a
sealed,
solid-
colored pen.
You couldn't see how
much ink it had. It might run
dry after
the first few tentative words or last just long
enough
to create a masterpiece (or
several) that would last forever and
make
a
difference
in
the
scheme
of
things.
You
don't
know before you
begin.
Under the rules of the game, you
really never know. You
have to take a
chance! Actually, no rule of the game states you
must
do
anything.
Instead
of
picking
up
and
using
the
pen,
you could leave it on a shelf or in a
drawer where it will dry up,
unused.
But if you do decide to use it, what
would you do with it?
How would you
play the game?
Would you plan and plan
before you ever wrote a word?
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Would your plans be so
extensive that you never even got to
the writing?
Or would you
take the pen in hand, plunge1 right in and
just do it, struggling to keep up with
the twists and turns of
the torrents2
of words that take you where they take you?
Would
you
write
cautiously
and
carefully,
as
if
the
pen
might
run
dry
the
next
moment,
or
would
you
pretend
or
believe (or pretend to
believe) that the pen will write forever
and proceed accordingly?
You're
listening
to
Faith
Radio
Online-Simply
to
Relax, I'm Faith. Now, suppose
someone gave you a life...
假如有人送你一支笔，一支不可拆卸的单色钢笔
.
里面究竟有多少墨水看不出。
或许在你试探性地写上几个字后它
就会枯干，或许足够用来创作一部影响深远的不朽巨著
(
< br>或是几部
)
。
而这些，在动笔前
，都是无法得知的。
在这个游戏规则下，
你真的永远不会预知结果。
你只能去碰运气
!
事实上，这个游戏里没有规则指定你必须要做什幺。相反，你甚至可
以根本不
去动用这支笔，把它扔在书架上或是抽屉里让它的墨水干
枯。
但是，如果你决定要用它的话，你会用它来做什幺呢
?
你将怎样
来进行这个游戏呢
?
你会不写一个字，老是计划来计划去吗
?
你会不会由于
计划过于
2
宏大而来不及动笔呢
?
或者你只是手
里拿着笔，一头扎进去写，不停地写，艰难地随着
文字汹涌的浪涛而随波逐流
?
你会小心谨慎的写字，好象这支笔在下一个时刻就可能会干枯
;
还是装做或相信这支笔能够永远写下去而信手写来呢
< br>?
I Learn To Be Strong
我学会坚强
This poem
is about someone whom I deeply cared about.
The feelings were never returned, but I
learned1 that with or
without his love,
I could make it and always remain strong and
happy.
Words of wisdom come
to my ears,
Telling me what I know in
my heart,
But never wanted to hear.
With the truth finally said and out in
the open for me to
plainly see,
I wonder why I can love so deeply but
never had that love
returned back to
me.
I confessed2 the feelings that I
held inside for so long,
But with his
soft- hearted rejection3,
I realize I
have to be strong.
With tears that want
to flow from my eyes,
I feel that my
heart, along with my composure, slowly dies.
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